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ISSUED BY THE HONOURABLE 5th of Gronna & Droba | 545E.S ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ The House Weiss is much pleased to announce the birth of the Viscount’s firstborn son and heir-apparent, KAZIMIR AUDO WEISS, who arrived squalling in this world at the break of dawn. Mother and babe are recovering well and in good spirits. The child shall be baptised in a private ceremony among family, and well-wishes are appreciated by the family. ⋅────────────⊱༺༻⊰────────────⋅ IV JOVEO MANN, The Honourable, KARL WEISS, Viscount of Novkursain and Baron of Zvaervauld

ISSUED BY THE RIGHT HONOURABLE UNION OF LION AND BULL | 543E.S ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ After a much-prolonged courtship, the VISCOUNT OF NOVKURSAIN shall at last wed his betrothed Sabine Emelya Kortrevich at the Basilica of St. Joren and the Broken Chains. The two warriors invite all who would call themselves kin to join in their taking of marital oaths before Father Villorik, the PATRIARCH OF JORENUS, on the 10th of Wzuvar and Byvca. The celebrations shall thereafter move to the fields of Novkursain for sparring, drinking, and merriment. ⋅ ───────────────⊱༺༻⊰─────────────── ⋅ Formal invitations are hereby extended to: His Royal Majesty, Marius I, King of Hanseti-Ruska Her Royal Majesty, Juliya of Reinmar, Queen-Consort of Hanseti-Ruska and their royal pedigree Her Grace, Tatiyana vas Ruthern, Duchess of Vidaus and her noble pedigree The Most Honourable, Henrik-Otto Ludovar, Margrave of Kvasz and his noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Osgod Colborn, Count of Malkovya and his noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Maira Baruch, Countess of Ayr and her noble pedigree The Right Honourable, Nerida Amador, Viscountess of Zvezlund and her noble pedigree Their Right Honourable, Erik and Emma Kortrevich, Viscounts of Krusev and their noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Rezalisa Kovachev, Baroness of Kovgrad Her Ladyship, Gavrila Godunov, Baroness of Kovachev His Lordship, Aleksej Korvacz, Baron of Katabánya His Excellency, Ser Caspian Colborn, Lord Marshal The Noble Houses of van Leuven, Valkonen, and Ivanovich [[WEDNESDAY 8/21/24 | 6PMEST / 11PM GMT]] IV JOVEO MANN, The Right Honourable, KARL WEISS, Viscount of Novkursain and Baron of Zvaervauld

A handful of missives appeared around the city overnight. Childish in make, no single flier was like the other, each different in composition or bounty or even the shape of the monster scribbled onto the photo of Valdev's river. All lacked a name.

Karl Weiss kneeled in the garden by his Keep. His garden. A flourishing thing that grew only more in the returned sunlight. Sunlight he dared not ponder whether Petyr had drowned too soon to see again. His gauntlets were exchanged for gardening gloves, dirtied by the soil that he worked in. And as he planted flowers into the soil, he was caught in thought. Memories of promotions, spars, and pinky promises to keep away spiders made under a table. Dragging his drunk friend to the riverside and shoving each other into the ice, to sober up or to seek revenge for being sobered. The thought of the riverside made him ill, now. He stood, eventually. He couldn't manage to scrounge up any more work to put into the memorial, every detail imaginable complete as to honor one of his greatest friends- if not also to lengthen the process of creating it. And there around the pine tree, shrouded in part-shade, were scattered flowers. Few in number, but more sure to grow as time carried on. The petals grew a gentle light blue, almost green. Forget-Me-Nots.

Among the first letters to arrive was one scrawled in crayon and colored pencils, sent with dried and broken flowers for flare. The little Lord Karl Weiss was PLENTY excited to play a new mystery game, and such was written in big green text!

In the Midst of a Storm [!] A Missive has been sent out For those who watched this match unfold from childhood friends into the unstoppable couple they are today, it is no surprise that they are finally getting married! After a long canonist courtship, Vikomit Walter León Weiss and Firress Marian Blackwood are delighted to announce their union in the sight of GODAN and man alike. Dress Code: No White or blue unless given explicit permission And absolutely NO yellow flowers. The Wedding and Reception The wedding itself will take place within the Basilica in Valdev and will see the two joined together in holy matrimony under the light of GOD. After which the Newlywed, family, and other attendees make their way to Staalgrav for the festivities to celebrate the new union. A secret event? There will be a secret event to start off the celebration. What is it? You’ll simply have to wait and see! The Dance The Ball shall take place in the Keep’s Ballroom, with dancing, and food & drink. A bardic circle! For the duration of the event, guests are encouraged to tell any tales or sing any songs that are generally deemed wedding-appropriate. Wedding games Should there be time and desire, there are various games, superstitions, and traditions to be held. Time, Date, and Location The Wedding is open to all who wish to attend Formal Invitations Are Sent To; In No Particular Order: His Royal Majesty, Aleksandr II, King of Hanseti-Ruska and his royal pedigree Her Grace, Roslin Baruch, Duchess of Valwyck, and her noble pedigree His Princely Grace, Manfred Barclay, and his noble pedigree His Grace, Viktor var Ruthern, Duke of Vidaus, and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Otto Ludovar, Count of Otistadt, and his noble pedigree The Right Honorable, Anabel Colborn, Countess of Malkovya, and her noble pedigree His Lordship, Fabian d'Arkent-Kortrevich, Regent of Koravia, and his noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Katrin Stafyr, Baroness of Thurant, and her noble pedigree Her Ladyship, Alyona Godunov, Baroness of Verskaya, and her noble pedigree His Lordship, Henrik Amador, Baron of Mondstadt, and his noble pedigree His Highness, Cesar II de Pelear, Viceroy of Hyspia, and his noble pedigree

THE GREAT BEAVER HUNT FOR THE HEARTH OF THE HOMELAND. Issued by Palace Custodian, Marian Blackwood On this 5th day of Msitza ag Dargund of 491 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, There has been a concerning development. After various encounters with beavers in the recent past, a sudden crowd of have invaded the Palace. Likely sourced from a suspicious tipped barrel placed in the hall, these chittering creatures are angered and violent, with an apparent (and concerning) desire for conquest. The beavers have been spotted in the meeting rooms, in the grand hallways, in the lounges, and most disturbingly, They have gone about disrupting meetings, terrorizing the residents of the palace, stashing away food, and meeting any attempts to toss them out with the utmost resistance and audacity. I call upon the citizens of the Kongzem to please, please, please help me to rid the palace of these river rats. Bring your nets, your breaves (lest they find your shins), and your bravery. We will be having a hunt, and we will be having a feast. I can’t believe that I’ve just written this, DLUM VE EDLERVIK AG VE BIRODAL, Her Royal Majesty, Amaya of Venzia, Queen-Consort of Hanseti and Ruska, Princess-Consort of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duchess-Consort of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margravine-Consort of Korstadt, Rothswald, and Vasiland, Countess-Consort of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, Toruv, Valdev, and Werdenburg, Viscountess-Consort of Varna, Baroness-Consort of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lady of the Westfolk, etcetera His Excellency, Fabian Otto d’Arkent-Kortrevich, Grand Lord of Hanseti-Ruska Marian Blackwood, Palace Custodian of Hanseti-Ruska

TO BE HAESENI FOR THE HEARTH OF THE HOMELAND. PENNED BY THE HAND OF MARIAN BLACKWOOD My final piece under the wardship of the Grand Lord, Fabian Kortrevich. On this 10th day of Tov ag Yermey of 490 E.S. VA BIRODEO HERZENAV AG EDLERVIK, I have grown up in the Heart of the Kongzem. My wardship here has been the most fantastic experience of my life. The wardship has been my entire life, really. I have learned many things- I have learned of the courts, I have learned of etiquette, and most of all; I have learned what it means to be Haeseni. The courts of Haense are the life of the Kongzem. The courts, from the Grand Lord, who I learned under, to the party attendees, to the ever so slightly exasperated party planners, are the very culture, life, and soul of the Kongzem. You can see that culture in the festivities and brilliantly adorned dances of Lifstala, you can feel that life as you walk between bustling stalls at the House fairs, and you can be that soul when you sit down for a drink at the tavern after a game of axe-throwing in the cellar. The etiquette of Haense is the breath of the Kongzem. Ever since I was a girl, I’ve been taught my manners. My rehearsed introductions, and my near-fantastical way that I’d managed to dodge dancing lessons. It is those manners that bring out the very best in a person. It is a breath of cold fresh air, when you hear a Prevja, that it may let you know you are home. The people of Haense are the lifeblood of the Kongzem. It is there in the way the Brotherhood stands by the gates, and marches in their lines; how you know each one by name and have since you were a child. It’s how you bond with the people around you until you are family before you realize you always were. It’s being the bairn running around and ducking behind tavern counters, to being the adult giving the hiding children hot cocoa as they giggle away. It’s being raised by a million people, the saying “It takes a village” making its way into your very being. The Kongzem of Haense is a heart, beating, and living. It is warm with the life of the courts, in the bustling squares and brilliant ballrooms. It breathes with each word spoken, as you introduce yourselves with the titles you keep, and then dismiss them after five minutes when you feel dear enough to the other. The people course through the streets and the trials and the world, holding each other together like they’re family. And the most brilliant thing that I’ve learned in my wardship, is that they do so because we are one. DLUM VE EDLERVIK AG VE BIRODAL, Firress Marian Blackwood, Alderwoman of the People’s Duma